I came across my Frank Wood while clearing the house. My other half (who did the same degree as me and had long ago disposed of their book) couldn't understand why I was so reluctant to throw the book out.

I have since hid it where it will never be found, just knowing it is nearby fills me with peace.

Somewhere (and these days I cannot be certain where, house or office) there is a box of lesser used textbooks including some quite old ones I picked up in charity shops, like a very dated Carters, an old circa 1900 Munro and a hardback Biggs; I know I am never going to refer to them but there is a strange comfort having them around; accountancy books seem to give off a different form of mustiness compared with other old books.

Somewhere (and these days I cannot be certain where, house or office) there is a box of lesser used textbooks including some quite old ones I picked up in charity shops, like a very dated Carters, an old circa 1900 Munro and a hardback Biggs; I know I am never going to refer to them but there is a strange comfort having them around; accountancy books seem to give off a different form of mustiness compared with other old books.